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I don't play with a full deck
I get to cutting suits and you're next
Wrong look, have the bottom of my boot on your neck
That .454 kicking harder than horse legs
We're losing 'em, hand me the forceps
I'm a steep drop, edge of the cliff
Peeking just look, pep talk, all you need is a push
You can feel it in your gut
That's a blade, I'm just trimming the fat
You only hard 'til I snap back and spit in you cap
A high hitter with nine niners, I slap him with five fingers
Tell him prep the OR 'cause I'm sure that he's not breathing
You sweeter than diabetes, you swung but I'm not defeated
And if I'm washed up, I hang 'em up like I'm dry cleaning
Hand you ain't capping, this .38 or this Magnum
If I see you got the spot, you back it up because I need it
Like it's 1939, I don't care about no signed treaty
It's high treason, Ugandan warlord in Vietnam with me
I'm all there upstairs, baby that's a given
But I handle my business, I'ma get it how I'm living
I don't need your help or your medical prescription
Step back and watch me work, they gon' love me after this one
I am ill! Greetings, welcome to your intervention meeting
We've all gathered here today just so that you accept you're beating
There's coffee by the door, pour a cup and don't be greedy
It's gon' be a long night and you gon' need it
My temper has been a bit finicky
This will be your last memory
The doc cannot fix all your injuries
You will never ever be Himothy. I am still him!
Emotions like a car wash, you going through it
We pulled a heist off on your stupid
Ass like Clooney in them Oceans movies
When we rap, that should confirm your speculations
That whenever you paid for studio time, that shit was seconds wasted
I bet you glazing up another man to level up
And if you knew it'd get you hot, you'd probably suck the devil up
Talking all them gun bars, I hope y'all stretch
Before you pull something and end up in the graveyard next
Y'all got some great expectations, that's a novel approach
But now your pockets match your spirits 'cause they probably broke
Y'all panhandling like what Martha got on the stove
Wanna spit smoke, then stick a shotgun up in your throat
I ain't the best thing since sliced bread
I'm the best thing on dry land since
God said, "Let there be light shed"
And when the ooze started moving through the granite
That's when I knew I rap better than you do on this planet
Bitch, I am ill!
I'm all there upstairs, baby that's a given
But I handle my business, I'ma get it how I'm living
I don't need your help or your medical prescription
Step back and watch me work, they gon' love me after this one
I am ill! Greetings, welcome to your intervention meeting
We've all gathered here today just so that you accept you're beating
There's coffee by the door, pour a cup and don't be greedy
It's gon' be a long night and you gon' need it
My temper has been a bit finicky
This will be your last memory
The doc cannot fix all your injuries
You will never ever be Himothy. I am still him